I was in a Borders (near Durham, New Hampshire, but that's another story) and the first series of Lost was on sale, very cheap, on DVD. So I bought it, and then over the Summer when CSI wasn't on, we watched it (4 years too late), and became obsessed. So I had to join Netflix so we could get the rest, and make an attempt to catch up with the TV.
Last night, CSI came back. It was all very exciting, and resolved the cliffhanger that ended the last series, Sarah ('the cute one', as we call her. Or I do) came back. It was all very emotional.
But it was also a little dull, and I think that was Lost's fault.
In CSI, you start at A with a bad guy killing (usually) or injuring badly (sometimes). You move to B, with lots of evidence and dubious science and speculation, and move to C, with the bad guy in jail. In Lost, you start somewhere near K, or at least what you believe to be K, but turns out to be S, move and end up and T, which looks like Y, moving via B and F and what really was Y. It's so complicated and mysterious, and most of the time you have no idea what's going on. Things that seemed incidental 12 episodes ago suddenly become profound and important "So was he driving the SUV? Was it them in the bar? It was her? What happened to his wife then?") CSI, by comparison, just seems like Scooby Doo.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
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